Chocolate Kisses

Posted: August 2004
Title: Chocolate Kisses
Author: Lostiawen
Fandom: Real Person Fiction
Type: RPS
Characters: David Wenham / Orlando Bloom
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction, none of this really happened. The author is not associated with or is implying anything about the sexual preferences or the lives of the people depicted within.
Warnings: PWP, sap, fluff.
Author's Notes: Yeah, I know it's been a while since I wrote anything. Between moving, my DSL not being transferred, work, and my back giving out...I just haven't had time. This one had been written a while ago, so I dusted it off and am now posting it for your enjoyment. And look, it's *short* smut. Hope it'll keep everyone satisfied while I get back into the groove!

Summary: Fluffy smut involving chocolate -- nothing more, nothing less.

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I´m awakened by the smell of something delicious. Opening my eyes a crack, I see Dave at the foot of the bed, holding a tray loaded down with food. His strawberry-blonde hair is rumpled, making him look good enough to eat; and those beautiful blue eyes of his are twinkling.

"Happy anniversary, Orli," he says.

I give him one of my biggest smiles. "God, you spoil me." I scoot to the end of the mattress and kiss him, enjoying the slow press of his mouth against my lips. His tongue wraps around mine, and my toes curl as he plunders my mouth. When we finally part, my head´s spinning. Three years together and that luscious mouth of his still wreaks havoc with my sanity.

Dave grins and sets the tray down. "So, do you want your present now, or do you want to eat?"

I pout. I'm sure that the present involves both of us getting naked; on the other hand, I'm really hungry. "You mean I can´t do both?"

"Nope. You have to choose."

Damn. I feel like that donkey that´s been presented with two equally attractive piles of hay. Eat or sex? Eat or sex? Gah! And Dave´s looking at me with that shit eating grin plastered on his face, and not offering to help at all . . . wanker.

After watching me look confused for what seems like forever, he says, "Well, I suppose we technically can do both, if you don´t mind having dessert first."

I stick my tongue out at him. "Smartarse. Making me sweat like that."

"So, is that a yes?"

I work my hands under his t-shirt, stroking his lightly-muscled chest. "What do you think?"

He puts his hands over mine and says, "Let me go fetch the goods, then." He gives me a brief kiss on the lips before he trots out of the room.

I sigh and idly skim my hands over my chest, purring as I drift lower and toy with my cock, feeling myself get hard almost immediately. I wonder what Dave´s wicked little mind has come up with. He´s nothing but creative.

Sure enough, he´s back with a jar of chocolate sauce and a small brush. Before I can open my mouth, he says, "I got the high quality stuff you prefer." Yeah, we´re a couple. He knows how snobby I am about chocolate.

"Besides, the richer stuff will put some meat on that skinny arse of yours," he teases.

I throw a pillow at him. "Oh, fuck off. I´m not that bony."

"Yes, you are. I keep thinking that I´m going to break you."

"Am not," I pout. "And you should talk, you´re not exactly buff yourself."

Dave smiles and says, "I´m still more built than you are."

"Fine. You can have your hand for company this morning," I say, huffing as I turn my back to him.

The bed dips and I feel Dave´s lips brush against my neck, sending tingles through my body. "I´m sorry, Orli. Truce?" He punctuates his sentence by sucking on the back of my neck, right on the spot guaranteed to make my knees turn to water.

My head starts spinning, and I arch back, moaning as Dave´s hand comes around and starts stroking my cock. His fingers dance over the length, making my brain melt.

"Um . . . okay," I somehow manage to pant out. Dave breaks contact to get undressed, and I whinge, needing more.

"You´re so demanding," he says before he climbs back into bed and puts his hands on my shoulder blades.

"Thought you liked my insatiability," I reply as he rolls me onto my stomach.

"I do, but you´re an impatient tosser." I´m about to bitch, but Dave runs his hands over my back in a slow caress, shutting me up.

I love it when he touches me, and I just can´t get enough of the feel of his slightly calloused skin gliding over my body.

I feel the touch of something warm and feathery on my shoulder and I purr. It must be the brush, and I hold still as Dave paints me. I relax, noticing that whatever he´s drawing on me is in short swipes . . . mmm . . . oh, that´s interesting, he´s writing something. Let´s see if I can figure it out . . . oh, fuck me . . . he´s writing out "Communion".

Memories of our first date come tumbling back -- Dave was in town, and I dragged him out to one of Viggo´s readings. Viggo was fantastic, but something about "Communion" just hit something deep inside both of us. We wound up talking about it over coffee...

I shudder as the brush travels over my skin, feeling my cock throb underneath me, remembering what came next. Each light stroke brings back images of our frantic kissing, the sight of Dave´s luscious mouth wrapped around my hard length, sucking until I begged him to fuck me, the haziness in his eyes when he first entered me . . .

His tongue swipes across the first letter, and I moan in response. He continues to lick and nibble every single letter off, turning me into a quivering pile of nerves.

Dave finishes with a small kiss to the base of my spine before he flips me over. He tips the jar, and I whimper as I feel the warm chocolate drizzling over my stomach. He dips his finger into the moisture dribbling out of the tip of my erection and swirls it into the sauce, looking at me from under his hooded eyes.

As I´m trembling, Dave runs his chocolate-coated finger over my lips, painting them with the sticky mixture. His tongue snakes out, licking every bit up before he seals our mouths together with a deep kiss.

I make a whimpering noise in my throat, savoring the sweet-salty flavor still on him. He presses his hips against mine, rubbing our cocks together.

"Oh God, please . . ." I beg. I can´t wait any longer, and I arch against him, clutching onto his shoulders for dear life. Dave grins before he reaches for the lube. I spread my legs eagerly, watching him as he rubs the gel onto his dick.

He pushes a finger inside of me, slicking me up. "Now," I moan, grinding down on his hand.

Dave growls before he claims my lips in a bruising kiss. He pulls his finger out and positions himself, cursing when I start wiggling with impatience. I cry out as I feel him sliding inside of me, his cock filling me in all the right ways.

He starts thrusting, and I mewl with every stroke. I´m burning inside, and he dips a finger into the pool of sauce still on my stomach.

He nudges my lips and I open them, wrapping my tongue around the pad and sucking on his finger like it was his cock. I look up at him, giving him my best smoky gaze as I swirl my tongue around.

It´s too much for Dave -- he throws his head back and cries out my name as he comes. I whimper as I feel his cock pulsing inside of me, filling me with his hot release.

He shakily pulls out and I whinge again. Fuck, I´m about to explode...but before I can give him a proper bollocking, he leans down and inhales my cock. I slam my hips up and scream, coming for what seems like forever.

The world bursts into white light, and then I´m drifting down, purring as Dave licks me clean.

Once I pick my brain off the ground, he crawls up to my face and kisses me. "I love you," he says.

"I love you, too. Thanks for a wonderful anniversary."

"Day´s not over yet. I have a lot planned -- all of it in bed."

"Mmm, sounds wonderful." I yawn.

"Get some sleep, Orli," he says before he pulls me to his chest. I sigh and snuggle against him, enjoying the beginning of what´s going to be a perfect day.

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THE END

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